Plook's rat tail is so long he can run it the entire length of his buttcrack and tie it around his scrotum. That's how he maintains good posture; he doesn't dare slouch or bend over. For unknown reasons he calls his rat tail a mullet. Could this be another facet of his spelling problem?

The skeletons in Plook's closet are called leisure suits. Most of them have a special inner thigh pocket for inserting kielbasas and knackwursts. Valley Girls are easily impressed. Plook was once the king of the SoCal disco scene.

Caputh is hooked on peppermint mochas. He lurks outside his local McDonald's at 4:45 AM with glassy eyes, waiting, waiting... After he's had a few, sometimes three, he goes to his job and rings a bell all day. People feel guilty when they don't throw at least a pfennig into his pot.

Every pfennig I get goes on Pope Jim's indulgences. He's promised me I'll get down to being stung by bees whilst watching the X-Factor in eternal cycle 'till judgement day, but somehow I feel I deserve a better deal- even in purgatory.

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